What was yhe start o all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now.
From deep within the flow of time...

But for certanly, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and we hurt ourselves...

Yet even then, we run like the wind,
Whilist our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...

Это слова из пожалуй наилюбимейшей мной игры - Chrono Cross - обожаю ее - кто играл - напишите впечатления=)